I couldn’t stop time, the wreckless vast emotions pouring themselves like thick syrup over my thoughts. Why can’t one just stop. I see the red lights, taste the night, but I’m standing beside myself in a pool of waves. They come and crash on either side of me, over and over. I can’t stop, there’s no stopping. But you came, your hand ready and you took away my anchor.
My anchor, my anchor. This you took away.
Chasing dreams, midnight fears, cold sweats, hot bubbling desire. Were you a dream. I sort through pages, I read line after line of proverb. I skim through self-help, I devour everything close to you just to get to you. Was I not enough again.
Live abundance. Dance by the light. Be life to the darkness. My eyes fly over such things in a rush. Hush, hush. All this is enough, enough. Hush, hush. You know more not knowing than force. Life, life is this and fairly no more: Love, answer to silence. Kick up the dust of passion and stir the dead.
Love child, love creature, love man, and love more.
May your anchor be lifted, may you constantly soar.
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